Quotes About Sailor

The transition is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even this wears off in time. What

He loved books, never going to sea without a newly replenished library, compact but of the best.

As with the Hawaiian savage, so with the white sailor-savage. With the same marvellous patience, and with the same single shark's tooth, of his one poor jack-knife, he will carve you a bit of bone sculpture, not quite as workmanlike, but as close packed in its maziness of design, as the Greek savage, Achilles's shield; and full of barbaric spirit and suggestiveness, as the prints of that fine old Dutch savage, Albert Durer.

5TH NANTUCKET SAILOR What's that I saw—lightning? Yes. SPANISH SAILOR No; Daggoo showing his teeth.

If in some cases a bit of a nautical Murat in setting forth his person ashore, the Handsome Sailor of the period in question evinced nothing of the dandified Billy-be-Dam, an amusing character all but extinct now, but occasionally to be encountered, and in a form yet more amusing than the original, at the tiller of the boats on the tempestuous Erie Canal or, more likely, vaporing in the groggeries along the towpath.

As his former ship moves off, Budd shouts, Good-bye to you too, old Rights-of-Man.

Bond sat down and looked across into the tranquil, lined sailor's face that he loved, honoured and obeyed.

poncy', and the tea, saying it was 'as weak as a sailor's arsehole'. Eventually

Every seaman is not only a navigator, but a merchant and also a soldier.

Total absorption in poetry is one of the finest things in existence—It should not make you feel guilty. Everyone is absorbed in something.The sailor is absorbed in the sea. Poetry is the mediation of life.

This ghost was the ship.

I was a Southern California boy raised on rap music and cussed like a sailor.

She was like a mermaid enrapturing me the sailor with all her charms!

Every time I get dressed, I try to channel a little bit of Kanye West and a little bit of Sailor Moon.

One unlucky sailor, who had been branded a liar by his shipmates, was given the unenviable job of cleaning the slop buckets and swabbing the privy in the ship's beak.

I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid. Or so I believe.

There comes a time in the life of a sailor when he no longer belongs ashore. It's then that he surrenders to the Pacific, where no land blocks the eye, where sky and ocean mirror each other until above and below have lost their meaning, and the Milky Way looks like the spume of a breaking wave and the globe itself rolls like a boat in the midst of the sinking and heaving surf of that starry sky, and even the sun is nothing but a tiny glowing dot of phosphorescence on the sea of the night.

A sailor called Christopher followed his mistake and those who come later have added theirs. Now he's dead, and as some say of the dead, safe and sound in the legacy of the grave. 'Tis a childish saying, for they be yet present with the living. (211)

She had surrendered her virtue at six-and-ten, to a beautiful blond-haired sailor on a trading galley up from Lys. He only knew six words of the Common Tongue, but "fuck" was one of them—the very word she'd hoped to hear.

The wind that blows, the ship that goes And the lass that loves a sailor.

The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.

It was love that had worked the revolution in him, changing him from an uncouth sailor to a student and an artist; therefore, to him, the finest and greatest of the three, greater than learning and artistry, was love.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

One can no more prevent the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. In the case of the sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty, it is called remorse. God upheaves the soul as well as the ocean.